I will admit that I do have my bursts of motivation and energy and it's a lucky thing or my rug would be invisible past the piles of toys and cat hair. For the most part, however, I find the idea of mopping the kitchen floor overwhelming and the thought of vacuuming the living room depressing to the point of collapse. Just this morning I asked P to help me organize the clothes in my closet. I mean, come on--help me organize my clothes? But that's right--I still have non-maternity winter clothes, non-maternity summer clothes, and my maternity wardrobe (such as it is) all crowding around, trying to fight for space in our closet. I find the idea of packing it all up and putting it away an impossible dream. Usually I'm right on top of this sort of thing but this year? Forget about it.
I seem to remember feeling this way when I was expecting Thomas and Anna, but I'm having a hard time remembering when my desire to get off the couch returned. Don't get me wrong, I haven't actually taken root in the couch yet, if you have small children you know that you do get up and moving because you have to, but I'm wondering when it will stop being so hard.
But, enough of that. I'll leave you with a picture of the wee ones playing pirate, or posing in their pirate hats (with flags of the Jolly Roger). I'm going to spend the rest of the day not thinking about our kitchen remodel that seems to be coming up in a couple of months. I'm also not thinking about how my maternity shorts aren't fitting the way they used to because I seem to be carrying this baby incredibly low. But those are stories for another day.